Grey days and the blackest of nights
Revealed by the dawn, the most terrible sights
Confusion runs wild, amid ruins and smoke
Pursued by emotions of anger and hope
Lives that are lost, In the blink of an eye
While friends disappear without even goodbye
Where courage and cowerdice now go hand in hand
Fear being the bond, mixing blood in the sand
Compassions a luxury, that few can afford
Survivals the object, not points that are scored
Starvation and thirst, adds its bitter sweet taste
Whrenching childhood from infants, regardless of race
Still the blood of the innocents, soaks into the ground
Leaving little to show, not even a sound
Except for the tears, of those left behind
As a reminder to others, of the worst of mankind.
Graham Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-of-the-innocents/
